There are three regular small cubicles and a larger disabled one with a door instead of a curtain. As the assistant is pulling back the curtain of the...nearest cubicle I interrupt her. “I don’t suppose we could use the larger one – as there is nobody else around it would save my wife from traipsing in and out to show me?” I know she isn’t buying the “my wife” line for a second, but she smiles knowingly anyway. “Of course," she grins. Once we are inside I take your coat and hang it over the top. I love the taste of his cum. I swallow every last drop like a hungry girl...He collapses back against the couch, exhausted. I look up at him and smile, noticing that he's dripping with sweat...I get back on top of him and begin to kiss him slowly, softly, enjoying this moment of intimacy and allowing him to taste his cum on my lips...He kisses me back, his hand gliding up my thigh, to my pussy and he gasps, complete, heated lust darkening his chocolate brown eyes when he touches me and feels. "Good god woman, you're my wife, it would hardly be rape." I said, "Anyway I'm not drunk enough to fancy you."She sobbed, I was confused, "Never mind," I said, "I'll fuck you with a wine bottle, hows that?" No," she said, less stridently this time.I selected a bottle, dragged out the cork and let her have a drink from it and then as one does I rammed it unceremoniously up her cunt, it slid in up to the taper, she moaned."Bloody hell woman!" I gasped, "It usually takes half a dozen goes to get. I said “How do you know that.” Mom said, “Susan and I talk, she told me that you always deliver and are a very passionate lover. It took all I had not to tell her I KNOW” laughing she dropped to her knees and pulled down my boxers. Grabbing my cock she kissed the head of it. Looking up at me she stuck out her tongue and licked the entire shaft from my ball sack to the head. “ummm, I think I can taste her as well. It is so good” I just looked at her with my mouth open. Then she took my growing.